Tony is full of beans at the prospect of seeing in a new year very soon.
I must admit that I always get a bit sentimental at this time of year, and like to look back at what I've achieved, and what I wish I had achieved.
Of course, this year has turned out like the previous three other years - just a constant succession of complete and utter failure, punctuated by the very occasional high spot.
Here, in London, in our shitty, damp flat, we're still unemployed, still good-for-nothing, and still blaming others for our problems.
Tony says that God has punished us both, because we speak our minds, and don't mind if we offend people with our outspoken views.
Last night, whilst in the pub, Tony started to compile a list of things he would like to achieve in 2011. The list was, of course, very short, and after a few minutes, he gave up completely, and turned his attention to knocking back as many pints of lager as he could, before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
So it's business as usual for The Boy Joy, and for me, and we only hope and pray to the one above that the lager continues to flow, the burgers will still taste as great as ever, and that all immigrants will be deported back to where they came from.
We're now off to the pub!